Lost Me Gained Regret

As soon as we entered, one of the men led us up a staircase without any railings. Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man with a fierce face, sitting with his leg crossed on a chair, and next to him, Ramona, still

unconscious and tied up!

"Ramona!" I hurried towards her.

Her frail body couldn't withstand such rough handling!

But before I could get close, a gun was pressed against my temple as a warning.

"Jack!"

The middle-aged man, who previously seemed uninterested, now looked somewhat apprehensive. He slowly uncrossed his legs and smiled, "What are you doing? Ms. Webster is just worried about her grandma. No need to draw guns."

"Understood."

The gun was withdrawn from my head.

run down my spine. Despite his smile, his gaze

"Ms. Webster, are you afraid

you asked me

talk and got straight to the point, "How can we make sure Ramona is

genuinely entertained. "How

Click-

finished speaking, I heard the distinct sound of a gun being cocked. Mark aimed his handgun squarely at Kane, his expression determined and stern, "Then you'll have to ask my gun if it agrees! "Do you think you

his cigar, and looked at me. "Ms. Webster, no need to be on edge. I'm not here to rob or kill today, just need to know

pressed down Mark's gun-bearing hand, asking, "What is

"The will of Ramona."

what's your relation

need to inquire about the will to get their

right off the bat, if it wasn't for those

cigar, and stood up, clapping his hands as he walked towards me, his warning cold and menacing, "Ms. Webster, don't

answer mine, and we're

of Ramona's will.